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Emerging Souls

Mixing the media is like a mode of soul, of life, givin in contemporary touchstones. At hand now forever are culturally enhancing means set free. Availed as give said to gave be brave, thus trust in survival seeing so and letting grasping go as so unsolo doing a letting go of wish, want, and why. Of a trilogy turned back unbound in fear closed of ear, sightless, tainted, seeing illusive in self outwards projected in unappreciable they of them marked by mayhem turning and going gone of thorn, of stoney and barron. Dismantled of eyes lifted, and lies lowered more sightless eyes, as couples fail to fall angry and hate so scapegoating linch for burning, as the them red faced go still shaming there share in pseudo stalemated vanity nor of togetherness, happiness as blind lead self seeking we so do uniquely in egoic creative distraction, then more hollow hunger. Letting go now know many see in win win offing those of grabing unable to receive. We unlock blocks as the abundant nature to flower in our every appreciable otherness seeded, unenvisioned flow in rivers of oceans free to many of a you glowing in overflow. This is my goal in art, in using illusion to overcome illusion, projections in ambigious abstraction, pop art, give a void respect not logical nonsence no foothold of felled cursing in dark night deaths, but a fertile catalyst in visions calibrated in heartfelt confidence unspoken, where rivers of living apprise set soul sight enlightenment one again and the fruits born guided in a kindest lessor light for many and nothing less than the best for fear given its stoney sticker and barron poof in ever never no land what is best. I seek to know we are all endowed with this capacity for goodness. My goodness is in a second sight, a social insight star bright every night...every night and into the dawning new age of rebirth. So sit at impasses untill you suddenly rise unplanned and go as time reconfigures a once distressful outcome a full friution and turns as well to ways of perfect need fulfillment on the left if an unripened gift of nature needed time for misfortune to pass. No mistakes, just a natural endowment to find what is left once moving has matured so it avails nothing less than the best as for the right path so you do so unsolo in a sancron enheartenment. You are overflowing to give to gave what was once thought too brave lest the ego ungrounded the embodyment till anger spit at path once only called spat. You pass in all things as uprighted and find lawfulness in never doubting your trust in an omniscient nature to you through you letting go becoming flowering on high only best than better like a walking red letter. Alas sachronizing as we bend not in external locus of control, but awakened to the flow, in the on full flowering set free newly now as a Chief Hollow Bones of Native American said it was such see said yes I know so. ever-joined in this new army coming armed with heart alit unspoken often more ready to fall up seeing sound found the pool of compassionate light givers. Theirs are the wayshowers and the river givers, enhearted plowshears given by passing tests of sight, bravely, but know your shield is empowered instantly when uprighted in walk, in talk and in a true so said silenty lifted in humble paths in fertile timing where all things rejoyce in being at last seen in comfort and joy based awe, all things we see then as now believe seeing nothing less than the best... and of them all seeing in a remembrance light a relaxation and unturning back to refract, and respect ever illusion of loss in a respection of a void untainted. The replacement crew is waiting for that to now do. the ism am within nonexclusive is now in mass coming unpresedented as a new day dawns. No one will ever be used as pawns, none less that law sees letting fall walls. One Earth in given this a new birth, and peace, I know I am here as are you true area nor less dear, justice is not just US. Its is a WE voice in a vista view in choice. I an trjuely thankful you are truely freed and seeds grew up to see you in joy as reciprical truth to heal so such voice, unplaned in a perfection born in lux flux finally found on a white stone rounded sound. Only now, never there nor them, no us and them, a we welcomes us all in an unfollowed fall. I hope this ios sensibleMixing the media is like a mode of soul, of life giving in contemporary touchstones. At hand no never are culturally enhancing means free;y availed as give said to gave be brave, thus trust in survival seeing so and letting grasping go in letting go of wish, want , and why a trilogy turned back bound in fear closed of ear sightless tainted seeing illusive in you turning gone of thorn, of stoney and barron dismantled of eyes lifted, and couples fail to fall burning red faced shaming there share in pseudo stalemated vanity nor togetherness, happiness, as self seeking we so do uniquely in egoic creative distarction, then hollow hunger. Letting go of grabing unable to receive blocks the abundant nature to flower in our every appreciable otherness seeded, in unenvisioned flow in rivers of oceans free to you overflow. This is my goal in art, in using illusiojn to overcome illusion, projections in ambigious abstraction, pop art, and give a void of logical nonsence no foothold of felled dark night deaths, but a fertile catalyst in visions calibrated in heartfelt confidence unspoken, where rivers of living apprise set soul sight enlightenment and the fruits born guided in a kindest lessor light fora many and nothing less than the best for fear given its stoney sticker and barron poof in ever never no land what is best. I seem to know we are all endowed with th is capacity for goodness, My goodness is in a second sight, a social insight star bright every night...every right and into the dawning new age of rebirth. So sit aat impasses untill you suddenly rise unplanned and go as time reconfigures a once distressful outcome a friution and turns as well to ways of perfect fruition on the left. No mistakes, just a natural endowment to find what is left once it avails nothing less than the best is right so you do so unsolo in a sancron enheartenment you are overflowing to give to gave what was once thought to brave lest you ego ground the embodyment till anger spit at path once only called spat. You pass in all things as uprighted and find lawfulness in never doubting your trust in an omniscient nature to you through you letting go becoming flowering on high only best than better like a walking red letter. Alas sachronizing as we bend not in external locus of control, but awakened to the flow, in the on full flowering set free newly now as a Chief Hollow Bones of Native American said it was such see said yes I know so. ever-joined in this new army coming armed with heart alit unspoken often moe ready to fall up seeing sound found the pool of compassionate light givers. Theirs are the wayshowers and the river givers, enhearted ployshears given by passing tests of sight, bravely, but know your shield is empowered instantly when uprighted in walk, in talk and in a true so said silenty lifted in humble paths in fertile timing where all things rejoyce in being at last seen in comfort and joy based awe, all things we see then as now believe seeing nothing less than the best... and of them all seeing in a remembrance light a relaxation and unturning back to refract, and respect ever illusion of loss in a respection of a void untainted. The replacement crew is waiting for that to now do. the ism am within nonexclusive is now in mass coming unpresedented as a new day dawns. No one will ever be used as pawns, none less that law sees letting fall walls. One Earth in given this a new birth, and peace, I know I am here as are you true area nor less dear, justice is not just US. Its is a WE voice in a vista view in choice. I an trjuely thankful you are truely freed and seeds grew up to see you in joy as reciprical truth to heal so such voice, unplaned in a perfection born in lux flux finally found on a white stone rounded sound. Only now, never there nor them, no us and them, a we welcomes us all above an unfollowed fall.

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steve kearney 03 Dec 2009

Very lively composition!

Anneke Hut 15 Aug 2009

I like your goal and I think you succeeded greatly in visualizing it. I also believe in a capacity for goodness in all humans.

Tabitha Borges 15 Aug 2009

what power and so magical